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jake entered his bedroom, and he instantly noticed something weird. the walls were white, and the room seemed smaller.
the more he thought about it, the more his head hurt. he lay on his bed and closed his eyes, hoping that he'll wake up and everything would be normal.
a loud noise downstairs made him groan in frustration and get up. he dragged his feet downstairs, rubbing his eyes.
his frustration went away when he saw heeseung there. he was leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed.
jake approached him. "I'm so glad you are here. I thought it was sooha again."
heeseung frowned like he didn't hear him right. "who?"
jake shook his head. "sooha..."
"who's sooha?"
again, that stabbing pain returned. the room started spinning, and he was burning.
literally.
his clothes caught fire right there. he put his hand on heeseung's shoulder, trying to stand straight, and everything got normal again.
"jake, what's wrong?"
"I don't know... heeseung, I think I am drugged," jake said, not completely sure of anything. at that moment, that seemed like the only rational explanation.
"what?!" heeseung exclaimed while helping jake lay on the couch.
jake sighed, covering his face with his palms. what's going on? his house looks different... colder. heeseung suddenly doesn't know sooha. nothing makes sense.
heeseung went to the kitchen to get some water.
"why are you here?" jake asked when he returned.
"what do you mean?"
"who told you to come here?"
heeseung looked around, worried. then he whispered to jake. "you know exactly who. she came and talked to me."
"she?"
heeseung nodded. "death."
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